She flinched, and he injected more of the d**g. Mary tried very hard to keep her eyes open. The needle was pushed deep into her clitoris again. This t...me she realised that despite the pain she could not move, although she could see and hear everything.She heard Mr Faisal come into the room. “All ready? Then let’s get on with it.” Standing between Mary’s legs, he picked up a scalpel, and a pair of tweezers. He pulled her left inner labia away from her body. Mary stared at her pussy. It was. Was the only generic response I could come up with. Before I could barely finish my sentence she started up again, Remember when we used to play games? Oh boy. I pivoted, Of course. I always loved chutes and ladders. I was on the edge of my seat, so to speak, afraid of where she was trying to take this, but lacking the self control to do much more than lazily deflect. I remember really liking horsie. Do you remember that one? She asked, with a sly smile. Oh yes- Do you remember why we stopped. When I get erections, I used to go to our bedroom, lie down on the bed on my stomach and rub my body (penis). This was how I used to masturbate. On some occasions, when my sister wanted to change the channel, we used to fight for the remote and I would deliberately touch her body parts. We even used to enact the wrestling moves on the bed. While doing so, I used to pin her down on the bed, I used to lie on her and rub our body parts. I loved touching her waist, boobs and ass. Sometimes, I used. We rode on the Merry Go Round and we swung on the swings. We walked back to my car, held hand and she stopped every once in a while, put her arms around me and gave me a kiss. Each time, "I love you" came out of her lips, ever so softly in my ear. What was nice about Val, she was tall, so I did not have to bend down to have her speak into my ear. As we drove to her place, she leaned into me. Several times Val said she loved me. Even going so far as saying "I just can't picture myself with.